Date: Fri, 03 Nov 2006 17:11:57 -0800
From: psuedonim@hotmail.com
Subject: Misplaced Identity part II
NARRATIVE OF ALEX DRAKE
Well, I guess it's my turn to enter the story now. My name is Alex Drake;
I'm a private investigator of sorts. As in I'm the only PI willing to give
the benefit of the doubt to clients that, shall we say, seem a little
unstrung. A more accurate description of my job would be paranormal
investigator. Nine times out of ten demonic possessions just turn out to be
drug habits, and UFO kidnappings are just runaway kids with a sense of
humor. Once in a while, though, I get the real thing, and that's why I was
called in to solve the case of misplaced identity between the McBride
siblings.
Caleb had been a previous acquaintance of mine, which was why I believed his
story almost right away. I knew him to be a sound minded, rational man who
knew better than to waste my time. The real question was figuring out how
the hell a brother and sister living on opposite sides of town woke up in
each other's bodies. I had to admit, it was a first for me.
"You say you heard a voice in the wind, a voice that talked to you just
before you fell asleep?" I asked Caleb. "That right," he replied in the
angelic soprano of his sister's voice.
"But you don't know what it said?"
"I...I felt what it said rather than heard it. But it was like I was aware of
it on such a subconscious level that I was barely aware of it."
"This may sound like a odd question, but have you made enemies or
acquaintances with anyone who might have strong telepathic or telekinetic
powers?"
"Wait a minute! Why didn't I think of it before?"
"What is it?"
"A few months back I helped the police bust up this gang problem, and the
guy at the head of all the trouble was a weird Tibetan fellow who claimed to
be some kind of monk."
"What was his name?"
"Kang-li"
"Where is he now?"
"Prison, and I hope he stays there for a good long while. He's been put in
permanent solitary confinement last I heard."
"Now we're getting somewhere. I think its time I paid a little visit to this
Tibetan fellow."
"What should we do?"
"Keep low for a while. Try and brief each other on how to go about `your'
daily lives without attracting attention. I'll work on this lead and get
back to one of you as quick as I can."
That's the gist of the dialogue for that scene. I made a few calls and found
out where I could find this Kang-li. Hopefully the visit would provide some
answers.
RESUMING NARRATIVE OF GWEN McBRIDE
When Drake left, Caleb and I got on to talking about what we should do. It
would attract too much attention of we were to stay together for a while, so
we'd have to stick to our new homes and act at being each other until we
knew how to fix things. I felt a strange tingle inside myself when I thought
about how I would have to act around that mystery woman who was with me in
the morning.
So each of us sat down and wrote a list of what to do in day-to-day stuff.
We made little plans for how our week should go and what our routines were.
I told Caleb that Robert and I didn't see that much of each other on a daily
basis, but he'd know something was up if more than four days went by without
doing something together. He didn't look pleased by this, nor would I if I
were in his place. I then learnt that the girl I had met was named Lori, and
she was a causal girlfriend, who only came over once in a while, so I could
avoid her for a while if I wanted. The question was did I want to? I pushed
the subject from my mind and helped give Caleb the rundown on my life.
RESUMING NARRATIVE OF CALEB McBRIDE
I arrived back at Gwen's house with a list of what her life was like,
including more detail than I wanted on the subject of her and Robert. I
remembered the morning again, when I had quietly let him stick his cock in
me and then started to enjoy it as he fucked me. I tried to think about
something else as I walked into what was to be my house for a while. Eager
to get out of women's clothes, I ran to the bedroom and changed back into
the silk robe. I found a bottle of wine in her kitchen and poured myself a
glass. I let out a deep sigh as I sat down on the couch, wondering how I was
supposed to cope with this situation.
I didn't want to think about it, but I might have to make peace with the
possibility that I could be stuck like this for a long time, possibly
forever. How would it be for me if I had to abandon my own life and take up
my sister's? I prayed that it would not come to that. For if this Tibetan
convict was responsible, then he should be able to undo what he had done.
Sighing again I tried to focus on the immediate situation. I wondered what
to do with my night.
I began to wonder how to deal with Robert. I obviously couldn't tell him
what had happened. Even if he did find out, I though bashfully, I could say
it happened after what I had been unable to stop that first morning. I
cursed myself for thinking about the morning incident again. I realized that
just thinking about it for a second had caused my hands to drift towards my
lap. Thinking for a moment, I decided there was no harm in playing with this
body further, since it certainly was a rare opportunity I was being given. I
slowly undid the bathrobe I was wearing and pulled the front of it open.
I marveled again at how flawless my sister's body was as I looked down at
its exposed breasts and nearly hairless crotch. A thought occurred to me and
I got up top make my way to the bedroom. I started playing with the way I
walked in my new form. I tried to find the center of balance and walk more
confidently. Feeling the open robe sway as I stepped, I managed to pull of a
graceful, sensual stride to the bedroom. Slightly embarrassed that I had
felt proud at being able to walk like a horny woman, I went into the room
and started looking around.
In the bottom of a bedside table drawer I found what I had been looking for.
It turns out that my sister had a decent stash of toys for her solitary
amusement. I started to come to the conclusion that my sister was quite a
highly sexual person. And I was in her body now. Allot of what I was feeling
made sense, suddenly – I still had my own mind, but all the chemicals and
habits of her body were still effecting me. It's no wonder I felt so aroused
whenever I was alone...or with Robert.
I grabbed vibrator from the drawer and sat down on the bed. I tried to
switch it on but found there was no batteries in it. My original intention
was not to stick anything in myself, since I still felt a little weird about
that. But since I couldn't get the toy to stimulate me any other way, my
body raced ahead of my brain. I took the rubber cock in my hand and started
to use the tip of it to tease my slit. Soon I felt that dripping moisture
between my thighs and I started pushing the tool into me.
I worked my new pussy in earnest, pumping it with the toy as I rubbed my
clit. I felt the orgasm building up again, and when it exploded I felt the
rush of pleasure I had been waiting for. Then the pleasure dulled again. I
started working myself towards a second one, cumming again in another
crescendo a few minutes later. It wasn't enough, I realized. It wasn't as
good as a real lover. I started to feel frustrated. I wanted that marvelous
explosion of bliss I had felt the first time, and I found myself thinking of
ways to get it.
The idea of calling Robert to come over flashed through my mind. It seemed
so wrong though, to sleep with my sister's lover behind her back. At the
same time I didn't seem fair to have sex with a stranger and have to explain
that to her later. I restlessly paced the room. This body I was in was horny
and unsatisfied, and felt like I would go mad if I didn't do something about
it. If I did call Rob and ask him to come over, then jump him without an
excuse, that would just draw attention to the situation. Could I go through
with an actual date without letting him know anything was wrong?
As if to answer my questions, the phone rang. I hesitantly picked it up and
said hello. Speaking of the devil, it was Rob, asking me if I was free. "I
have to work in the morning but I have nothing doing this evening, do you
want to meet up?" He asked. At the moment saying no to him without a valid
excuse seemed like a bad idea. Yet my mind could not come up with any reason
why not to. For lack of a better answer, I told him I was not doing anything
and he should come over.
As soon as I hung up the phone I regretted not being bale to talk my way out
of it. I anticipated the awkwardness of trying to carry on a conversation
with someone who I'm supposed to know well when I have never really spoken
to him in my life. Feeling further bashfulness, I remembered that I was
still naked. I had no idea how long it would take for my guest to get here,
nor what he expected when he arrived. I rushed to the closet and tried to
find something that looked nice without being too dressy.
I settled on a knee-length casual dress in dark red. Slipping on a pair of
Gwen's panties I slid the dress over my head and zipped up the back. The
dress offered enough support that I got away with not wearing a bra again,
which was good because I felt ridiculous as it was. I stared at myself in
the mirror, seeing the surreal image of myself as a young woman. Not knowing
what to expect, I walked into the living room and waited for Rob to arrive.
Half an hour ago I was desperately trying to rationalize a way to have sex
as a woman a second time, but when the possibility of actually doing it was
at hand all I felt was nervous.
It actually was a lot easier than I had though. When Rob arrived he made
himself at home and his conversation was light enough that I never had to
face questions I couldn't answer. After a few minutes I actually started to
feel at ease again. As soon as my anxiety faded away, other impulses took
its place. I started feeling that restlessness again, accompanied by a
slight dampness forming between my thighs. I had leant from my first
accidental encounter that these were the signs of female arousal. At this
point my borrowed lover was already sitting close to me, and it suddenly
seemed the easiest thing in the world to go ahead with my plan.
I was not disappointed. Five minutes later, following the preliminary
entanglements, Rob was kneeling on the floor in front of my pushing my dress
up to my waist. Another new pleasure was afforded me as he buried his face
in my groin. I ran my hands through his hair as he used his mouth and tongue
to stimulate me. I found my breath coming in heavy pants as he worked me up
into a frenzy of desire. I began digging my nails into him as I felt an
orgasm building up inside me. I started cumming. He ate me out even harder
as I came, writhing and twitching. When the orgasm finally waned he pulled
away from my slit.
Instinctively I slid down onto all my knees, my breasts pressed into the
couch. He came up behind me and I felt his cock press against the wet slit I
was presenting him. He slid slowly and effortlessly inside of me, and I felt
him completely fill my body. Unlike the first time, this time I felt even
more helpless and dominated. This time I was in a submissive position and
not on top. As unintentional as my first time was, I didn't feel as female
as I did kneeling on the floor.
His strokes became harder and harder, and I found myself bucking my hips
back to meet his trusts. I heard my own mouth emit moans of feminine ecstasy
as I was pushed into the cushions of the couch. I reached down between my
legs; prompted by some instinct I now had, and started rubbing my clit as he
fucked me. I screamed loudly as he drove himself into me, and as my body
responded with jolts of indescribable pleasure.
The orgasm was the most intense I had experienced yet. I thought my eyes
would explode out of my head when it hit. I screamed and shuddered as I felt
my muscles contract around his tool. I can honestly say that it was one of
the greatest physical experiences on my life, I felt my whole body vibrate
and explode with surmounting pleasure. When it finally subsided I was left
quivering with the intensity of it all.
Just then Rob pulled his cock out of me and sat down on the couch in front
of me, pulling my head towards his crotch. This was not what I had planned,
nor was it something I was particularly inclined to do. However, caught up
in the energy of my orgasm, the unrelenting pull on my head from Rob, and
the desire not to let him know anything was wrong, I found myself complying
with his request.
I did not have the opportunity to go slowly, before I knew it the majority
of his length was in my mouth and I was sucking on it adamantly. It filled
my face and almost choked me as I bobbed up and down on his dick. Had I not
been so lost in the moment I might have actually thought about what i was
doing. I used my knowlege of what it was like to be a man to do my best to
satisfy Rob's request. Considering how hard we had already been going it
didnt take long.
There was only a low moan from Robert as a warning, and by the time i
realised what the sound meant it was too late. The hot explosion errupted in
my mouth an ran down my troat. My intention wasnt to swallow, but under the
circumstances I didnt have time to do much else. I swallowed about half of
the jizz as it pulsed into my mouth, the other half leaked out of my mouth
and ran down my chin. It wasnt as unpleasant as I would have thought, and i
actually found myself smiling (as much as I could with a man's cock in my
mouth) at the feeling of pride I felt by pleasing him so well.
When the last shot of goo emptied into my face I gave one last suck on his
tool to clean it off before letting it slide from my mouth. His shrinking
member glistned with moisture as i let my head rest on the couh next to his
legs while he caught his breath. My glowing smile faded a little, as i
shifted from being lost in the moment to accepting the ramifications of what
I had done. Before when I had sex with Rob it was out of my controll and not
my choice. This time it was premeditated and deliberate. I hoped I would
never have to tell Gwen about it.
Not being able to stay the night, it wasnt long before my sister's lover
left me on my own for the rest of the evening. I realised that what I had
just done really made him MY lover for the time being. I wasnt sure how i
felt about that. I was in a woman's body, and it was only natural to desire
a man in such a state. The body I inhabited craved it, longed for it. But
what about when I got my life back, IF I got my life back? How would I feel
about everything when I was a man again and free of feminine desires? I
treid not to think abotu it as I went to the bathroom and turned of the
shower.
RESUMING THE NARRATIVE OF ALEX DRAKE
I was shown to Li's cell, where he was in permanent solitary confinment. The
guard warned me that straneg things happened to people who were left alone
with him, and he had orders to wait outside and drag me out if I started
acting weird. It seemed like I found the right guy. The cell door was opened
and I stepped in to meet this Kang Li.
I found him sitting on the floor, in a medatative posture. He smiled as I
came in and opened his eyes to look at me. "So, you are alex Drake." He said
in an elequent voice without a trace of accent. "I have heard of you." The
guard closed the door behind me, though I could tell he was watching through
the grate. "Well," I began. "Im afraid i only heard your name this morning."
"That is a grave oversight, we should have met sooner."
"No doubt, It looks like we both work in similar feilds."
"Indeed. So what was it that brought me to you attention this morning?"
"Caleb and Gwen McBride."
He could not help but smirk when I said these names. It was evident he knew
exactly what I was talking about.
"And what about them?" He asked.
"I'm willing to bet you know what I'm talking about. Let's not waste time,
ok?"
"Fair enough"
"Alright, then to the point - can you undo what you have done?"
"As surly as I can breath in and out."
"Swell, then undo it and I can go home."
"I think not."
"Figgures. And why not? Seems to me that you could probably get out of here
anytime you wanted, so why bear such a grudge on Caleb?"
"For my amusment."
I picked up a rol of toilet paper from beside his facilities and started
wrapping my knuckles. A look of aprehension crossed his face. "What are you
doing?" He asked. To which I replied, "Something for MY amusment."
Ten minutes later I still hadn't convinced him to fix things, but i did get
him to let slip the name of a man who had similar abilities to himself. It
was a good start, since this other man was not connected and would probably
be mopre reasonable to deal with. So I left the mighty, mystical guru
snivling on the floor and went off to find a man named Delamorte.